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In  Memory  of  J^y  T>ear  Hushand,  Bert 


Copyrighted    1920. 


I  need  not  build  a  great  monument  of  stone 

To  tell  the  world  of  your  passing, 
For  your  clean  noble  life  to  all  is  known 

And  is  a  monument  everlasting; 
But  to  thee  my  heart  is  an  altar  of  love, 

And  O,  may  I  live  so  truly. 
That  my  life  may  be  counted  worthy  above 

To  be  a  monument  to  thee. 

And  tho  the  way  be  long,  in  God  I  trust, 

And  I  will  be  brave, — 
I  can  be  patient,  knowing  God  is  just. 

And  I  do  look  beyond  the  grave. 
Into  that  Shekinah  where  you  have  passed ; 

And  tho  the  way  is  dark  and  stormy — 
'Twill  be  calm  in  peace  and  love  at  last, 

When  I  find  you  waitir^g  for  me. 


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jFtom  %tmt  to  Soul 

Come  journey  with  me  from  Sense  to  Soul, 

Along  this  age-worn  road  well  known, 
That  begins  by  circling  False  Pleasure's  Knoll 

Where  all  wild  oats  are  sown; 
And  then  leads  down  into  the  Valley  of  Despair,    . 

Yes,  'tis  dark — but  do  not  fear, — 
And  here  let's  drop  some  of  these  burdens  of  care ; 

Now  look  up  and  dry  your  tear! 
See  the  tree  in  the  sunlight  on  yon  mountain  range, 

That  is  towering  into  the  skies? 
From  sorrow  to  joy  our  road  will  change. 

When  we  reach  that  tree  which  never  dies. 
In  its  cool  shade  we'll  rest  beside  a  clear  stream — 

And  then  in  green  pastures  we'll  wander; 
Ever  climbing  up  and  beyond  earth's  false  dream, 

O  let's  haste  to  where  joy  awaits  us  yonder! 
Come — let's  not  look  back,  but  up  and  on. 

While  climbing  toward  our  sunlit  goal — 
As  the  butterfly  wings  out  in  the  rosy  dawn, 

So  let's  wing  on  from  Sense  to  Soul. 

As  the  butterfly  wings  from  his  old  shell, 

Out  into  the  boundless  blue — 
Never  fearing,  never  doubting  that  all  is  well, 

Gladly  leaving  the  old  for  the  new — 
So  let's  wing  on  toward  our  sunlit  goal, 

Out  into  the  realm  of  mind ; 
Rejoicing  we'll  journey  from  Sense  to  Soul, 

Gladly  leaving  the  old  behind. 
On  and  up  into  fairer,  purer  skies, 

Beyond  earth's  din  and  strife. 
Into  the  spiritual  creation  that  never  dies — 

Into  the  realization  of  eternal  life; 
Leaving  behind  worldly  cares  and  pleasures. 

With  their  sin,  death  and  tear; 
Seeking  and  finding  those  spiritual  treasures. 

That  banish  every  doubt  and  fear: 
Treasures  that  hold  no  taint  of  sadness. 

Ever  brightening  the  way  to  our  immortal  goal — 
While,  as  a  newly  freed  butterfly  wings  away  in  glad- 
ness, 

We  wing  on  our  way  from  Sense  to  Soul. 


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in  2007  with  funding  from 

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Many  are  they  who  follow  the  roads, 

That  lead  down  into  town — 
Some  prefer  to  go  over  the  hill, 

While  others  had  rather  go  round. 

Some  would  follow  the  main  highways, 

Few  seek  the  rugged  trails — 
Old  Folk  love  the  shady  byways, 

Bold  youth  the  ocean  sails. 

But  all  these  roads  lead  somewhere, 

Unlike  the  one  I  take — 
It  leads  on  from  year  to  year, 

With  only  an  occasional  break. 

Snow  streams  again  in  the  hills  are  falling. 

And  I'll  soon  be  on  my  way, 
For  I  hear  the  voice  of  the  Red  Gods  calling, 

And  I  leave  this  burg  today. 

Put  some  jingle  in  your  jeans, 
Come  follow  my  road  with  me — 

Not  always  thru  pleasant  scenes, 
And  it  may  lead  you  o'er  the  sea. 

Foul  weather  or  fair,  we've  never  a  care, 

How  the  old  world  wags — 
If  you  love  fresh  air,  we'll  make  a  jolly  pair. 

In  our  old  gypsy  rags. 

We'll  take  no  thought  for  the  tomorrow, 
What  we  shall  eat,  drink  or  wear — 

Trouble  is  a  thing  we  refuse  to  borrow, 
On  any  road — to  anywhere. 

Our  road  has  an  e'er  vanishing  goal, 
Our  Eldorado  is  just  'over  there'; 

And  we  may  land  at  the  cold  north  pole, 
Or  else  at — God  knows  where ! 


mbtn  a  IBoDp  jFtom  l^ome  3  9@eet 

As  thru  the  many  far  lands  I  roam — 
The  East,  the  North,  the  West— 

My  heart  ever  yearns  for  dear  old  home, 
Down  in  the  land  I  love  best. 

Tho  many  fine  folks  I  often  meet, 

It  does  my  heart  more  good 
When  a  body  from  back  home  I  greet — 

For  'tis  then  I'm  understood. 

Tho  we  meet  in  burning  desert  sands, 
Or  while  climbing  the  snowy  peak, 

I  know  that  he  is  from  southern  lands, 
The  moment  I  hear  him  speak. 

And  listening  to  the  dear  familiar  droll, 
It  seems  I  feel  the  balmy  breeze. 

As  again  under  southern  skies  I  stroll, 
Wandering  at  twilight  thru  great  old  trees. 

Again  I  see  fields  of  swaying  white, 
Down  where  the  cotton  blossoms  grow; 

And  thru  the  stillness  of  the  moonlit  night, 
I  hear  the  strumming  of  an  old  banjo. 

O,  'tis  the  sweetest  music  I  know : 
The  hooing  owl  and  baying  hound, 

And  darkies  singing,  soft  and  low, 
"Massa's  in  de  col',  col'  ground." 

And  my  heart  ever  yearns  for  Dixie  Land, 
The  home  of  the  dearest  folks  I  know — 

And  it  does  my  heart  good  to  clasp  the  hand 
That  comes  from  where  cotton  blossoms  grow. 


a  5tienD 

What  a  world  of  meaning  in  that  little  word — 
"friend !" 

That  word  most  often  used ; 
From  beginning  of  life  until  its  end, 

'Tis  the  word  most  often  abused. 

'Tis  a  word  created  by  God's  own  hand, 
Greater  than  Father,  Mother  and  kin; 

They  are  blest,  indeed,  who  its  meaning  under- 
stand, 
For  close  to  Heaven  they've  been. 

A  friend  is  true  as  God  is  true, 

His  is  the  only  real  love; 
Unselfish  in  all  his  thots  of  you — 

His  love  is  from  above. 

In   his   heart,   help,   love   and   sympathy   blend — 
His  confidence  and  counsel  are  yours; 

And  your  broken  heart  he  will  try  to  mend 
With  his  hope  and  courage  cures. 

He  loves  the  truth  as  he  loves  you. 

But  for  you  he  would  not  lie — 
For  to  be  true  to  you  he  must  to  himself  be  true, 

Tho  you  may  not  understand  why. 

He  is  a  diamond  in  your  acquaintance  ring, 
A  link  of  gold  in  the  chain  of  life — 

He  cries  when  you  cry,  and  sings  when  you  sing. 
His  heart  is  with  you  in  joy  or  strife. 

You  could  do  no  sin  he  would  not  forgive, 

No  matter  how  deep  the  stain; 
He  would  lay  down  his  life  that  you  might  live, 

He  would  shield  you  from  every  pain. 

Perfect  love  is  the  love  of  a  friend, 
Higher  and  deeper  we  cannot  see — 

And  you're  blest  indeed,  if  before  life's  end 
There  is  just  one  who  is  a  friend  to  thee. 


9@p  Jfrien60 

Some  can  number  their  friends  by  the  score, 
Sweet  friends  thru  sunshiny  weather — 

But  when  rain  of  trouble  begins  to  pour, 
Sweet  friends  show  their  white  feather. 

But  I  can  number  my  friends  on  one  hand, 
And  think  I'm  wonderfully  blest — 

Just  leave  me  these  few  who  understand, 
And  you  may  take  the  rest. 

My  mother  and  one  other  I  know  are  true — 
They  would  lay  down  their  lives  for  me; 

Perhaps  there's  another  who'd  do  this,  too — 
God  make  me  worthy  of  these  three. 

When  the  world  condemns,  they  never  doubt. 
But  are  with  me  thru  thick  and  thin — 

When  the  old  world  sneers  and  says,  "get  out,' 
The  heart  of  my  friend  says  "come  in." 

And  if  I  fall,  I  know  that  my  friend 

Will  come  down  into  the  mire  by  my  side — 

And  would  rather  with  me  into  hell  descend 
Than  without  me  in  Heaven  abide. 


a  jFace  in  a  lainDoto 

A  face  in  a  window — 

A  little  window,  in  a  dingy  old,  old  fiat; 

Evening  shadows  falling. 

And  against  the  sky  one  lone  flitting  bat. 

A  face  in  a  window — 

Weary  eyes  in  a  pale,  thin  face — 

A  soul  within  that  carries  the  sorrows  of  the  whole 

human  race. 
A  face  in  a  window — 
Young,  yet  old — a  ghostly  soul  against  black  shades  of 

night — 
A  disillusioned  soul  that  has  seen  all  and  longs  to 

take  its  flight ! 


30le  o{  piap 

Come  away  with  me  today, 

And  let's  go  find  us  an  isle — 
An  isle  where  we  can  laugh  and  play, 

An  isle  in  the  Pacific  wild. 

Away  from  life's  dusty  roads, 

Away  from  the  city  gray ; 
Away  from  fashion's  crazy  modes, 

Away  to  the  Isle  of  Play. 

We'll  sail  away  o'er  the  wild  west  waves, 

The  wind  and  mist  in  our  faces, 
And  find  an  isle  where  there  are  no  knaves — 

Only  Play,  and  her  carefree  graces. 

And  when  we  find  our  Isle  of  Play — 
The  isle  long,  long  lost  to  earth — 

We'll  have  come  to  the  end  of  a  perfect  day. 
For  'tis  there  we'll  have  found  life's  worth. 


BeclaimeD 

The  far-stretching  waste  of  shifting  sands 
Lay  white  and  cold  in  bright  moonlight  ; 
The  only  voice  in  the  silent  lands 
Is  the  howling  wind  from  snowy  height 
Of  peaks  that  once  belched  flaming  lava 
Down  into  a  sea  now  long  since  dead ; 
A  sea  whose  floor  is  sands  of  the  Mojave — 
Dry  sands  from  which  all  life  has  fled. 

But  Mind  knows  the  need  and  understands, 
And  will  put  to  use  her  bright  sunlight; 
And  even  now  is  making  the  plans 
To  water  great  fields  of  swaying  white. 
And  vineyards  of  grapes,  luscious  and  rare. 
And  orchards  of  fruit,  gold  and  red. 
That  grow  in  a  valley  wonderfully  fair — 
A  valley  reclaimed  from  the  desert  dead. 


C6e  ©ID  9^i00ion 

The  old  mission  stands  a  crumbling  ruin, 

A  fastly  fading  relic  of  the  long  ago ; 
Snuggled  close  in  the  heart  of  a  forgotten  vale, 

Alone  it  stands  in  the  sunset  glow. 

As  a  mother  abandoned  by  the  child  she  has  reared 
(And  forever  the  bird  from  the  nest  has  flown), 

Tho  lovingly  she  protected  it  from  the  dangers  feared, 
At  last  she  is  left  broken,  unloved  and  alone. 

Rank  weeds  and  cactus,  and  tangled  wild  flower, 

Almost  hide  the  little  open  door; 
Bats  flit  in  and  out  the  old  belfry  tower 

Nesting  in  the  old  bell  that  rings  no  more. 

No  more  its  clear  peals  call  the  simple  folk  to  prayer — 

Far  gone  is  that  dear  dead  day; 
And  the  walls  that  protected  as  arms  of  love  and  care, 

Are  now  crumbling  and  falling  away. 

No  more  the  Padre's  footsteps  echo  along  the  garden 
wall. 

No  more  the  soft  chant  and  evening  bell ; 
The  purple  haze  and  silence  settles  over  all, 

And  gloom  enfolds  the  old  deserted  shell. 

Left  alone  to  the  silence,  the  stars,  and  to  God, 
The  old  mission  seems  but  a  dream  of  the  past; 

And  tho  soon  'twill  be  but  a  mound  of  sod, 
Its  blessings  thru  eternity  will  last. 


Cfte  TSubblt  of  Croufile 

This  seems  a  queer  old  world  of  ours — 

Nothing  but  a  ball  of  trouble. 
Blown  into  space  by  The  Powers, 

Just  like  a  big  bubble; 
For  settled  facts  are  ever  deceiving, 

Things  are  not  what  they  seem — 
Joy  is  soon  turned  into  grieving, 

Swiftly  fading  as  a  dream. 


It  seems  the  world  lays  flat  and  still, 

While  the  skies  go  sailing-  by, 
And  it  seems  the  sun  rises  o'er  the  hill, 

And  we  wonder  how  and  why 
The  wide  road  seems  a  fading  line, 

Where  it  meets  the  drooping  sky, 
And  distant  scenes  look  smooth  and  fine, 

And  the  mirage  brings  cities  nigh. 

The  most  fragrant  flower  that  grows. 

May  hold  a  poisonous  heart. 
And  the  most  sparkling  river  that  flows. 

May  be  treacherous  in  every  part; 
While  the  most  beautiful  face  you  see, 

May  mask  the  blackest  soul. 
And  the  homeliest  person  can  be 

The  owner  of  a  heart  of  gold. 

But  this  bubble  of  trouble  is  only  a  dream, 

Of  a  problem  in  how  and  why, 
In  which  we  prove  troubles  only  seem. 

In  a  bubble  that  is  a  lie; 
In  which  mortal  existence  is  the  ought, 

Behind  which  we  cannot  see — 
A  problem  worked  by  the  principle  of  thot. 

And  proven  in  eternity. 

'Tis  a  problem  where  death  seems  master  of  life. 

And  life  seems  to  be  in  vain, 
And  where  we  learn  by  sorrow  and  strife. 

To  count  our  loss  as  gain. 
'Tis  a  world  divided  against  itself, 

A  world  that  is  sure  to  fall. 
Unless  matter  is  laid  on  the  shelf, 

And  mind  accepted  as  all. 

'Tis  a  queer  old  world  of  ours — 

Nothing  but  a  ball  of  trouble, 
Blown  into  space  by  The  Powers, 

Just  like  a  big  bubble; 
Yes — 'tis  a  queer  old  world — all  topsy  turvy, 

And  all  upside  down — 
But  it  is  conquered  by  the  brave  and  nervy — 

By  a  smile  and  not  by  a  frown. 


Cinklc  'Bell  ^ut 

There's  a  trail  I  know  that's  a-winding 

Thru  the  hills  of  the  Golden  West— 
Up  the  great  old  crags  it's  climbing, 

To  the  very  mountain's  crest. 
It  scales  the  highest  pinnacle  of  the  range, 

Where  it  seems  the  end  of  the  world; 
And  peering  over  the  rim  it  seems  beautifully  strange 

To  see  a  green  little  valley  lying  curled 
Peacefully  asleep  far,  far  below. 

The  sweet  fragrance  of  sage  fills  the  air, 
While  in  the  purpling  evening  glow, 

One  stands  in  adoration  at  Nature's  art  so  fair, 
For  it  seems  so  near  to  where  the  stars  twinkle 

There  along  the  milky  way, 
As  thru  the  vast  stillness  comes  the  faint  tinkle 

Of  a  cow  bell,  far  away. 
'Midst  the  trees  and  rocks  snuggles  a  little  brown  hut — 

In  God's  heart  a  safe  little  nest — 
And  its  little  brown  door  is  never  shut 

To  the  weary  hunter  searching  for  rest. 
Tinkle — tinkle — thru  the  silence  of  the  night — 

Plaintive  little  notes  of  the  silence  a  part; 
O,  lone  little  hut,  you  have  captured  me  quite — 

Little  "Tinkle-Bell  Hut"  of  my  heart. 


preOe0tination 

Ah,  Destiny,  crouched  there  grinning. 
Muttering  "What  is  to  be,  will  be" — 

You  say  your  trap  was  set  from  the  beginning 
To  catch  all  such  mortals  as  me. 

But  you  lie,  imposter,  you  lie ! 

I  tear  this  skin  from  your  decaying  bones 
And  smile  to  see  you  die, 

While  the  world  listens  to  your  dying  moans. 

God  is  master  here — not  you ! 

God  predestined  man  to  immortal   life; 
He  ever  guides  his  footsteps  true. 

And  leads  him  out  of  death  and  strife. 


ILffiettg 

O  Liberty,  what  crimes  are  committed  in  thy  name? 

What  hells,  wars,  and  murders  are  wrought — 
And  for  none  of  which  thou  art  to  blame ! 

O,  the  homes  that  are  laid  desolate  and  bare. 

The  hearts  that  are  broken  and  sad — 
In  thy  name — yet  thou  standest  pure  and  fair! 

O  Liberty,  with  torch  of  Truth  blazing  in  the  sky, 

And  feet  bathing  in  blood  of  saints — 
Ages  come  and  go,  yet  thy  light  will  never  die ! 

But  will  endure  until  the  end  of  all  greed — 

'Till  the  crimes  in  thy  name  are  washed  away, 
And  struggling  humanity  looks  up  to  thee — freed! 


15a6p  Dear 

Howdy  do.  Baby  Dear! 

Merry  Christmas!    Glad  New  Year! 

Where,  from  Job's  tear, — 

Did  Santa  bring  you  with  his  old  reindeer? 

Or  did  you  drop  from  out  the  skies — 

For  'tis  heaven's  own  blue  in  your  eyes ! 

Perhaps  you  were  a  little  snowflake 

And  drifted  down  just  for  our  sake; 

Or  maybe  you  were  a  little  orphan  star. 

And  fell  down  from  heaven  so  very  far! 

It  seems  you're  a  bunch  of  tiny  flowers, 

Mid  glistening  tears  of  springtime  showers. 

For  two  little  forget-me-nots  wonderingly  peek, 

Over  the  soft  little  rose  petals  of  your  cheek; 

And  a  tiny  pink  rosebud  is  your  mouth, — 

You're  a  dream  of  soft  little  winds  of  the  South. 

Mother  calls  you  her  nodding  Buttercup — 

And  daddy  says  you're  his  Johnny-Jump-Up ; 

So  I'm  sure  you're  a  fairy  from  woods  deep  and  cool, 

For  mother  says  she  found  you  under  a  big  frog-stool ! 


iLDD0e  ^im  anD  Let  l^im  &o 

Loose  him  mother,  and  let  him  go, 
Hold  him  not  with  chains  of  fear; 

He  is  your  baby — yes,  I  know — 

But  first  and  ever  he's  God's,  my  Dear! 

Why  fear — since  God  is  ever  near — 
And  with  life  in  Him  how  can  one  fall ! 

Perfect  love  casts  out  every  fear, 
Life  is  eternal,  and  God  is  all. 

And  if  'mid  the  war's  shot  and  shell 
His  little  mortal  body  he  giveth. 

Know  mother,  that  all  is  well — 
For  in  God  thy  son  liveth. 

So  loose  him.  Mother,  and  let  him  go — 
For  the  shepherd  watches  o'er  his  sheep ; 

Then  fear  not,  but  trust  and  know 
That  God  His  child  will  keep. 


Ci)ti0tma0  again 

Christmas  again! 
And  one  that  we'll  always  remember — 

For  no  battles  din 
Will  break  the  joy  of  this  December. 

The  Christ  child  came. 
To  bring  not  peace,  but  a  sword — 

So  Armageddon's  flame 
Brings  but  death  to  the  great  war  lord. 

Birth  of  a  new  world 
Heralds  all   nations  in  one  great  brotherhood- 

And  freedom's  flag  unfurled 
Waves  o'er  a  world  of  grateful  motherhood. 

Christmas  again! 
Happiest  since  that  first  blest  day. 

Star  of  Bethlehem — 
Shine  on — Christ  has  come  to  stay! 


jfteeDom'0  Daton 

O,  restless  sea  of  human  existence, 
Seething  with  ever-growing  persistence — 
What  will  you  leave  on  the  shore  of  time, 
From  your  mixture  of  the  hellish  and  the  sublime? 
What  will  you  toss  from  your  fathomless  deep, 
That  the  future  world  will  honor  and  keep? 

The  most  priceless  pearls  lie  in  your  heart, 
That  is  torn  and  bleeding  in  every  part. 
And  gHstening  jewels  are  hidden  there, 
To  be  found  by  those  who  do  and  dare; 
By  those  who  seek  the  freedom  of  man — 
Freedom  that  lives  in  God's  own  plan. 

Poverty  and  riches  were  ever  duelling — 
Millions  slaved  while  the  few  were  ruling. 
But  now,  O  breakers,  roll  high  and  wide! 
At  last  there  is  a  turning  of  the  tide, 
For  the  morn  of  monarchy  is  swiftly  waning. 
And  the  sun  of  democracy  will  soon  be  reigning. 

Hold  fast,  brave  heart,  to  the  tossing  wreck — 

Far  over  the  horizon  is  a  glowing  speck 

Of  light  to  guide  you  thru  the  storm: 

The  light  that  shone  when  Christ  was  born  — 

That  has  ever  led  the  brave  heart  on, 

And  is  leading  now  into  Freedom's  dawn ! 


Cfte  CftorD  Ditoine 

All  being  responds  to  The  Chord  Divine, 

That  chimes  the  world  into  bright  sunshine; 

That  sings  to  sleep  the  stars  of  night, 

And  rings  the  bell  of  golden  light, 

To  glistening  diamonds  of  morning  dew, 

And  springtime  sky  of  cloudless  blue. 

'Tis  a  sweet  serenade  mid  roses  of  June, 

That  awakens  the  song-bird's  merry  tune; 

'Tis  the  chord  that  sweeps  the  harp  of  Love — 

That  guards  the  nest  of  cooing  dove. 

'Tis  in  swaying  fields  of  fragrant  green, 

And  in  rippling  waters  of  silvery  sheen ; 

It  lingers  in  the  lullaby  of  southern  breeze, 

Sighing  at  twilight  thru  the  trees; 

'Tis  a  note  in  the  throat  of  the  nightingale, 

In  the  purpling  shadows  of  the  vale. 

Its  dirge  lowers  the  sun  in  the  crimson  West — 

And  its  pipes  lure  the  moon  o'er  the  hill's  dark  crest; 

Its  notes  sprinkle  the  heavens  with  jewels  rare — 

Its  volume  holds  all  in  infinite  care: 

'Tis  the  music  that  nature  divinely  plays — 

In  its  living  harmony  all  being  sways ; 

'Tis  a  melody  of  love,  sweet  and  mild — 

A  symphony  of  Love,  for  Love's  own  child. 


What's  life,  what's  life,  Little  Heart? 
'Tis  love,  a  kiss,  a  song — 
Reflecting  God's  power  in  every  part, 
A  power  that  is  never  wrong. 

What's  love,  what's  love.  Little  Heart? 
'Tis  a  tender  word,  a  friendly  smile — 
'Tis  a  longing  that  comes  when  we're  apart, 
'Tis  all  that  makes  life  worth  while. 

What's  God,  what's  God,  Little  Heart? 
Life  and  Love  and  unbroken  joy — 
God  is  the  whole  and  we're  the  part. 
Of  pure  Life  and  Love,  with  no  alloy. 


3[unie  15ug 

There  was  a  dear  little  Junie  Bug 
Flew  into  mother's  heart  one  day, 

And  there  she  nestles  so  close  and  snug 
I'm  sure  she'll  never  go  'way. 

She's  just  a  tiny  bit  of  June 
That  came  when  the  fire-flies  play; 

She's  a  memory  of  love  'neath  the  silvery  moon- 
A  sunbeam  from  love's  golden  day. 

Be  real  still,  my  Little  Junie  Bug, 
And  you'll  hear  what  the  fairies  say; 

Are  they  planning  to  steal  a  kiss  or  hug. 
Or  to  steal  my  baby  away? 

Fly  away  quick  to  your  safe  little  nest — 

Cuddle  down  close  and  snug; 
They  can  never  steal  you  from  mother's  breast- 

My  dear  Httle  Junie  Bug! 


Life  is  an  everchanging  sea — 

In  its  mists  we  pass  so  silently; 

No  beacon  star  to  light  our  way, 

As  we  drift  on  and  softly  pray 

That  soon  we'll  meet  our  one  true  mate. 

Who'll  sail  with  us  thru  Love's  bright  gate. 

Today  we  ride  the  tossing  wave 
That  tomorrow  may  be  our  grave ! 
Today  we  meet  a  drifting  boat 
That  may  tomorrow  into  eternity  float! 
O,  I  wonder  who  will  drift  with  me 
On  life's  changing,  everchanging  sea! 

On  life's  everchanging  Sea, 

Who  will  come  and  drift  with  me! 

We  know  not  where  we're  drifting  to. 

Our  love  our  only  guide  will  be. 

Come,  my  mate,  ere  'tis  too  late — 

Come,  my  soul,  for  'tis  our  fate 

To  drift  into  eternity. 

On  life's  changing,  everchanging  sea! 


LaDDie 

Won't  you  come  to  muzzie? 

Sonny  lad — do! 
All  your  little  troubles 

She  has  had,  too. 

Did  you  bump  your  little  nose 

Just  awfully  bad — 
And   when   you   stumped   your   toes 

Get  awfully  mad? 

Let's  dry  your  little  eyes 

And  be  glad — 
For  when  my  laddie  cries, 

Then  muzzie's  sad. 

Snuggle  close  in  muzzie's  arm, 

And  go  to  sleep  ; 
She  will  hold  her  lad  from  harm 

While  shadows  creep. 

Now  fly  away  in  fairy  dreams, 
To  Loveland  with  daddy — 

But  fly  back  when  morning  beams. 
My  own  little  laddie! 


autumn  Dream 

Always  Dear,  when  I  look  at  you, 
I  dream  of  shady  autumnal  glades; 

Your  eyes  and  hair  of  red  brown  hue. 
Are  golden  sunbeams  and  dancing  shades. 

The  rippling  brook  goes  merrily  by, 
And  the  crisping  leaves  drift  down; 

'Tis  your  little  laugh  and  tender  sigh, 
And  silken  rustle  of  your  gown. 

The  sharp  little  winds  are  blowing. 
Saying  Earth  and  Summer  must  part; 

But  'tis  only  my  soul  that  is  knowing 
I  will  soon  bear  a  lonely  heart. 


Cf)e  S>ilent  JLanD 

Deep  down  the  violets  grow, 
Sweetly  sleeping  in  their  beds  of  snow. 
High  in  the  hills  of  my  beloved  West — 
In  the  silent  hills  God  kissed  and  blest: 
Sentinels  since  birth  of  the  desert  gray, 
Vast  shifting  sands  stretching  far  away; 
On  and  on  the  dazzling  whiteness  lays, 
Till  it  is  lost  in  purple  haze. 
Breathing  deep  of  the  pure,  free  wind, 
I  know  that  God  need  not  descend, 
For  the  stillness  is  full  of  His  Ever-Presence — 
He  fills  all  space,  is  life's  very  essence. 
Far,  far  below  is  the  waterfall. 
Singing  to  the  whispering  pines  so  tall, 
As  a  lone  eagle  circles  in  the  pale  green  sky — 
A  sky  turning  yellow  as  day  starts  to  die. 
Purple  and  gold  clififs  in  the  sun's  last  ray. 
With  shadows  ever-chasing  as  lambkins  at  play; 
While  a  rainbow  arches  o'er  sands  e'er  shifting. 
And  rainbow  clouds  o'er  all  slowly  drifting. 
The  great  red  ball  sinks  into  the  yellow  sea  of  sand — 
Then  the  afterglow  steals  over  the  silent  land; 
Brightest  red  and  green,  then  a  breeze  chilly  cold, 
As  distant  hills  turn  black  'gainst  a  sky  of  gold : 
So  die  silver  flakes  in  the  fleecy  pink  cloud, 
And  Earth  is  wrapped  in  her  purple  shroud. 
The  breath  of  deep  pines  is  sweetest  incense, 
The  moment  of  waiting  divinely  intense : 
Waiting  for  the  first  sentinel  of  the  night. 
To  peep  out  at  the  moon's  silvery  crescent  of  light — 
While  the  twitting  of  the  little  birds  in  their  nest. 
Says  all  is  well  in  the  land  God  blest. 
God  kissed  and  blest  this  silent  land  of  ours, 
With  its  pure,  free  winds  and  springtime  showers! 
We're  waiting  for  you  and  it's  near  the  dawn, 
When  the  veil  of  spring  o'er  Earth  will  be  drawn ! 
We're  waiting  for  you — don't  you  hear  our  cry? 
The  cry  of  The  Desert,  The  Mountain,  The  Violet 
—and  I! 


a  jFtienD  Like  gou 

Always  I've  longed  for  a  friend  like  you, 

One  who  can  see  things  just  as  I  do — 
Who  loves  nature  in  her  simplest  forms, 

Accepts  no  creeds,  no  stale  dogma  mourns. 

To  us,  mind  is  the  king  of  all — 

Without  it  we're  not,  and  the  heavens  fall; 
Our  king  is  intelligence,  harmony  and  love, 

Wise  as  the  serpent,  gentle  as  the  dove. 

Without  beginning  or  ending,  our  king  is  God; 

We  break  old  traditions  as  the  plowman  does  the 
sod — 
And  plant  new  thot  seeds,  carefully  attending 

Each  thot  its  pollen  into  the  world  is  sending. 

You  and  I  are  a  law  unto  ourselves; 

By  our  strength  we  can  lay  civilization  on  the  shelves, 
And  go  back  to  the  primitive  man  and  his  mate — 

A  look,  a  kiss,  and  centuries  are  wiped  off  life's  slate. 

'Tis  then  I  look  into  your  deep  blue  eyes. 
And  find  'tis  there  my  own  soul  lies — 

As  oft  I've  looked  into  some  hidden  mountain  pool, 
And  gazed  into  my  own  eyes  as  lips  touched  waters 
sweet  and  cool. 

Just  a  little  moment  of  material  bliss — 

We  may  never  again  find  such  pleasure  in  a  kiss ! 

Soon  we  may  go  our  own  separate  ways, 

But  will  we  ever  forget  these  few  blest  days? 

You  came  like  clear  sparkling  water  to  the  desert  in 
my  heart, 
And  will  always  remain  there  an  oasis  set  off  apart ; 
And  'tis  there  I'll  go  when  I'm  weary  and  blue — 
I'll  leave  all  the  world  and  be  alone  there,  with  you 
Dear,  with  you ! 


Dteam0  of  t|)e  Pa0t 

I  never  thot  in  this  old  world  of  ours, 

There  lived  one  like  you — 
I  never  thot  that  all  the  powers, 

Could  make  a  heart  so  true. 

So  I  played  and  danced  here  and  there, 

As  fickle  as  the  rest, 
And  thot  for  no  one  I'd  ever  care — 

No  one  was  worth  the  zest. 

But  now  you've  come  from  out  the  mist, 

A  fond  dream  come  true — ' 
And  now  your  dear  lips  I've  kissed, 

I'll  live  life  anew. 

You  are  so  brave,  g^ood  and  kind. 

You're  like  an  angel  to  me; 
And  if  love  is  forever  blind, 

Then  forever  blind  I'll  be. 

But  something  whispers  to  the  heart  of  my  heart- 

'Tis  all  too  wonderful  to  last; 
Something  whispers  that  we  soon  must  part — 

Leaving  me  with  dream  of  the  past. 

Tho  dreams  of  the  past  they  will  live  forever — 

On  to  the  seam  of  time; 
And  even  death  our  souls  can't  sever — 

In  dreams  you'll  still  be  mine. 


^otD  3  ILotoe  j^ou 

You  ask  me  how  I  love  you,  Dear — 

All  words  in  the  world  can't  tell  you  how. 

But  perhaps  your  answer  lies  in  the  tear 

From  a  heart  overflowing  with  love  for  you  now; 

So  hold  me  close  to  your  heart  so  true. 

While  I  try  to  tell  how  I  love  you. 

I  love  you  as  much  as  there  is  space — 

I  love  you  as  often  as  the  clouds  drift  by; 

I  love  you  in  as  many  different  ways 

As  there  are  shades  in  the  evening  sunset  sky; 

I  love  you  as  the  pure,  free  winds  love  the  west : 

Of  all  God's  world.  Dear,  I  love  you  best! 


©Ijrtt  tlye  lalUg  of  Swpatr 


Co  2D6UUion«ot  to  (SoD  anD  gou 

He  is  gone — he  is  gone — 
And  all  the  world  is  wrong ! 
O,  let  me  die — let  me  die — 
For  life  is  but  a  lie ! 

O,  that  I  was  never  born — 
For  now  I  would  not  mourn ! 
O,  that  I  too,  were  dead — 
For  now  life's  joy  has  fled ! 

I  cannot  and  will  not  stay 
In  a  world  so  dark  and  gray ; 
There  is  nothing  here  for  me 
But  a  life  of  misery! 

Cursed  life,  cruelly  deceiving, 
To  turn  happiness  into  grieving; 
To  give  life,  love  and  joy. 
And  in  an  after-thought  destroy! 

Come  Death,  O  come  to  me — 
Come  friend  and  set  me  free! 
Yes,  Dear,  I'm  coming,  too. 
To  oblivion — or  to  God  and  you ! 


Some  SLongeD^iFot  Dag 

Within  the  vale, 
Beyond  the  Sapphire  Sea, 

A  silvery  sail 
Patiently  waits  for  me. 

My  heart  is  there — 
Tho  here  I'm  not  alone ; 

God  is  everywhere — 
Is  with  me  where  e'er  I  roam. 

Some  longed-for  day, 
My  sail  will  come  for  me, 

And  flee  as  a  bird  we'll  away 
To  our  home  o'er  the  Sapphire  Sea. 


The  night  is  cold,  miserably  cold — 

There  is  no  day  for  me; 
My  heart's  heavy  with  misery  untold. 

Longing  Dear,  for  thee. 

The  rain  falls  slow  and  drizzly, 
The  mist  comes  o'er  the  sea; 

My  aching  heart  mourns  dismally, 
Wearying,  Dear,  for  thee. 

O'er  burning  sands  my  soul  goes  forth- 
Would  God  could  hear  her  plea, 

While  in  bitter  winds  of  the  North 
She  searches.  Dear,  for  thee. 

In  sobbing  winds  your  voice  I  hear. 
In  drifting  clouds  your  face  I  see — 

I  try  to  caress  you,  you  seem  so  near. 
But  you  vanish  away  from  me. 

My  heart  grows  old  with  sighing. 
And  I  pray  on  bended  knee 

That  God  will  heed  my  crying 
And  bring  me,  Dear,  to  thee. 


Cfte  Mlap 

I  do  not  ask  to  see  the  way. 
My  Loved  One  has  to  go; 

I  will  keep  so  busy  learning  to  pray, 
That  time  will  not  seem  slow. 

God's  own  image  can  never  be  less, 

For  God  is  always  life; 
He  exists  mankind  to  bless, 

Knowing  no  death  nor  strife. 

I  do  not  ask  to  see  the  way 
My  Loved  One  has  to  go; 

In  faith  I'll  live  from  day  to  day — 
Kiss  the  cross  and  wait  to  know. 


I  have  always  been  taught, 
That  life  is  all  and  death  is  naught; 
And  now,  O  God,  help  me  to  know. 
That  these  teachings  are  truly  so. 

Hold  me  in  thy  kind  embrace, 
While  I  ever  long  to  see  his  face ; 
While  I  listen  for  his  cheery  call, 
O,  help  me  God,  to  bear  it  all. 

Help  me  to  bear  my  cross, 

To  know  in  God  there  is  no  loss; 

O  help  me  to  believe 

That  I  have  no  cause  to  grieve ! 

Help  me  to  be  brave. 

To  look  beyond  the  seeming  grave; 

O  help  me  do  that  I  ought — 

Help  me  prove  what  Fve  been  taught! 


atoabe 

Awake  my  Soul,  'tis  day! 
The  clouds  of  doubt  roll  way; 
Look  up  and  dry  your  tears — 
At  most  'tis  few  short  years. 

Canst  thou  not  be  brave? 
Canst  look  beyond  the  grave  ? 
Thou  knowest  not  death's  portal — 
Thou  art  forever  immortal. 

My  soul,  be  not  cast  down ! 
Thou  wearest  life's  eternal  crown. 
Know,  my  Soul,  thy  mate  lives — 
So  bear  nobly  what  this  life  gives. 

On  the  infinite  shore  of  eternity, 
You'll  lose  your  fleshly  infirmity, 
And  drift  forever  on  that  deathless  sea. 
And  thy  own  mate's  Soul  will  pilot  Thee. 


alone 

Lone  star,  whirling  thru 

infinite  space  and  eternity — 
Blest  thou  art  knowing  naught 

of  poor  mortal's  infirmity; 
Yet  thou  art  ever  a  wandering  child 

of  the  night — dark — unknown — 
And  forever  thou  art  even  as  myself, 

left  alone — all  alone! 

All  night  long  the  storming  sea  booms 

and  breaks  against  the  crags — 
And  all  night  long  the  shrieking  wind  sighs 

thru  crackling  water  flags. 
Dying  October,  on  my  heart  you  play 

a  dirgeful  tune — 
But  ne'er  more  mournful  than  when  roses  bloom 

in  June — fateful  June! 

'Cross  the  sands  of  the  desert  comes 

the  coyote's  yell, 
And  the  mournful  call  of  one  lone  dove 

my  loneliness  can  tell; 
While  the  wailing  wind  sobs  'round 

my  cabin  door. 
And  my  aching  heart  its  wail  echoes 

evermore — evermore!  • 

The  crisp  brown  leaves  are  falling 

on  his  grave — 
Cursed  grave — to  take  from  me 

the  love  God  gave! 
Ah,  grave — when  wilt  thou  be 

swallowed  up  in  victory, 
And  life  be  all,  and  death  not  even  left 

in  memory — sad  memory! 

Yet  I  long  for  your  merciless  claws 

to  beckon  me — 
'Tis  only  you  can  ope'  the  door 

and  set  me  free ; 
This  bodily  prison  holds  not  my  heart 

within  its  walls — 
My  soul  yearns  ever  where  a  lonely 

voice  calls — ever  calls! 


The  dying  moon  sinks  into 

the  cold,  dark  sea. 
And  alone  I  await  my  Love 

who  can  never  come  to  me; 
While  the  wailing  wind  sobs  'round 

my  cabin  door, 
And  my  aching  heart  its  wail  echoes 

evermore — evermore ! 


jfI3ot  in  l?ain 

O,  not  in  vain  have  I  asked  Thy  care — 

O,  not  in  vain  my  ceaseless  prayer — 

Thou  hast  come  to  me  as  a  white-winged  dove, 

Calming  my  heart  with  Thy  infinite  love. 

Thou  hast  come  to  me  in  my  sorrow  here. 
And  cleansed  my  heart  of  all  its  fear, 
Thou  hast  carried  me  into  Thy  secret  place, 
Healing  and  blessing  me  with  Thy  grace. 

Thou  hast  given  me  faith  in  a  future  life, 
Free  from  death  and  mortal  strife — 
And  hast  made  my  heart  to  understand, 
The  deathless  reality  of  a  future  land. 

O,  not  in  vain  have  I  come  to  Thee — 
O,  not  in  vain  hast  Thou  heard  my  plea — 
For  now  I  am  free  from  agony  and  woe ; 
Free  to  help  others  fight  the  foe. 

Free  to  help  them  find  the  way. 

In  which  to  learn  with  faith  to  pray; 

The  way  that  leads  from  the  valley  of  sorrow, 

And  up  the  mountain  to  a  deathless  tomorrow. 


When  we  followed  his  little  shell  of  clay, 
Slowly  to  the  grave  that  seeming  sad  day — 
Some  deemed  I  did  not  suffer  much, 
And  said  they  could  not  believe  in  such 
A  faith  that  taught  one  not  to  cry, 
And  to  say,  "God's  child  cannot  die." 

For  I  did  not  that  day  in  darkness  grope. 

But  was  clad  in  armour  of  faith  and  hope — 

And  as  Jacob  held  the  angel  till  the  light, 

So  I  clung  to  my  comforter  thru  the  long  night — 

Till  a  peaceful,  calm  stole  o'er  me. 

And  dark  shadows  fled  before  me. 

For  my  own  heart  echoed  the  words  Mary  cried, 
"Lord,  hadst  thou  been  here — he  had  not  died!" 
And  standing  alone  in  that  healing  ray  of  light, 
I  caught  the  living  promise  from  a  world  more  bright, 
And  heard  glad  Easter  bells  joyously  ringing — 
"He  is  risen — he  is  risen,"  my  heart  was  singing. 

But  with  tear-dimmed  eyes  they  could  not  see, 

The  sustaining  power  that  comforted  me — 

Their  pitying  hearts  could  not  feel 

That  life  was  all,  and  death  unreal ; 

Nor  could  journey  with  me  from  sense  to  soul — 

Nor  see  the  stone  from  the  shadow  grave  roll. 

So,  not  understanding,  they  knew  not  my  sorrow — 

Nor  that  I  was  living  in  a  deathless  tomorrow. 

When  again  I  would  meet  my  beloved  lad, 

And  that  for  this  sweet  consciousness  I  was  being  glad : 

Glad  for  the  promise  of  eternal  life, 

And  glad  for  God's  comfort  in  my  strife. 

A  comfort  that  so  lifted  me  to  a  haven  above, 
That  unkind  words  pierced  not  my  canopy  of  love ; 
For  in  ignorance  they  were  spoken,  harmless,  untrue — 
And  "Forgive  them  Father — they  know  not  what  they 

do," 
Flowed  from  my  heart,  longing  with  all  to  share, 
This  understanding  of  life  that  heals  grief  and  care. 


And  when  he  who  judged  Hfts  sorrow's  cup, 
I  pray  he,  too,  understands  and  looks  up. 
Far  beyond  the  seeming  sad  grave. 
And  weeps  not  but  in  Truth  is  brave; 
And  rejoices  in  that  peaceful  Easter  morn. 
That  faith  in  eternal  life  to  him  is  born. 


93v  ifrfenD  mbo  anDer0tanD0 

We  hunted  here  and  there  for  the  joys  of  life. 
But  most  we  found  was  a  world  of  strife; 
Then  at  last,  when  fortune  seemed  near  at  hand, 
While  I  slept  you  wandered  into  an  unknown  land, 
And  left  me  yearning  and  longing  to  go — 
Trying  to  be  patient — though  time  seems  slow. 
Yet  those  few  wonderful  years  with  you,  my  friend. 
Compensate  the  weariness  till  my  journey's  end. 

When  I  have  lived  all  my  little  life  thru, 

And  have  done  all  the  good  that  I  can  do — 

When  I  have  made  a  good  soldier's  fight, 

And  learned  that  God  is  always  right — 

Then  happily  I'll  lay  me  down  to  sleep. 

Knowing  God's  love  my  life  will  keep; 

And  trust  that  I  awaken  in  your  dear  arms. 

And  smiling  you'll  assure  me  that  death  never  harms. 

The  love  of  baby,  husband  and  friend. 
In  one  sweet  symphony  seems  to  blend; 
God  has  one  arm  round  you  and  one  round  me — 
Each  waiting  hour  brings  me  nearer  to  thee. 
And  when  my  last  low  sun  descends, 
I'll  be  glad  "over  there"  waits  my  best  of  friends; 
When  I'm  thru  with  my  little  delvings  in  the  sands. 
At  the  end  of  the  long,  old  trail  I'll  find  my  friend — 
who  understands. 


3  Litje  anD  muit  for  gou 

I  have  left  my  shell  of  clay! 

Rejoice,  Dear,  with  me; 
God's  child  does  live  alway — 

You  too  will  soon  be  free. 

Be  brave,  Dear  Heart,  and  know 

That  I  am  ever  near; 
Our  love  will  ever  grow. 

And  cast  out  ever  fear. 

There  is  no  death!  I  am  not  dead! 

I  live  and  wait  for  you ! 
God's  with  you  there  and  with  me  here — 

He  holds  us  close,  so  dry  your  tear. 

In  few  short  years  you'll  come  to  me — 

My  own  thru  all  eternity. 
Trust  God,  Dear  Heart — I  am  not  dead — 

I  live  and  wait  for  you ! 


9@g  fl)tte  jfrieno 

No  human  on  earth  do  I  call  friend — 
None  are  worthy  of  the  name; 

Only  God  is  true  from  beginning  to  end, 
Only  God  is  always  the  same. 

To  Him  I  go  for  love  and  protection, 
For  sympathy,  counsel  and  aid; 

His  hand  of  Truth  points  my  direction, 
His  words  of  hope  never  fade. 

His  friendship  turns  not  to  a  broken  reed. 

As  mortal  friendships  do; 
God  is  the  only  friend  that  I  need — 

His  the  only  love  that's  true. 


When  friends  betray  and  enemies  slander, 

And    in    the    world    there    seems    neither    truth     nor 

candor — 
When  you're  left  as  some  old  abandoned  boat, 
Alone  in  mid  ocean  to  sink  or  float — 
When  your  heart  is  weary  of  the  lonely  way. 
You're  near,  my  Comrade,  to  God  that  day ! 


Sorrow  never  leaves  us  where  she  found  us. 
But  purges  while  with  faithful  arms  around  us. 
She  lifts  us  up  into  purer  skies — 
Leaving  us  more  gentle,  patient  and  wise ; 
And  when  thru  her,  we  learn  with  faith  to  pray. 
We're  nearer,  my  Comrade,  to  God  that  day! 


JLPtoe'0  Cie 

They  wished  to  separate  us 

I've  heard  it  said — 
Of  our  love  so  jealous 

Even  wished  me  dead. 

But  they  can't  understand 

That  we  are  one — 
Heeded  not  God's  command. 

Wished  His  ties  undone. 

No  one  can  know.  Dear, 

But  you  and  I, 
How  death  holds  no  fear — 

So  strong  Love's  tie! 

And  now  from  mortal  dreams 

To  life  you're  awake. 
And  know  death  only  seems 

One's  life  to  take. 

Eternity  our  love  cannot  erase — 
God's  gift  cannot  die; 

We're  close  thru  all  dividing  space- 
So  strong  is  Love's  tie! 


How  hard  it  is  that  one  to  love, 
Whose  curses  for  you  never  end ; 

Who'd  dig  your  grave  and  give  you  a  shove, 
Who'd  turn  against  you  your  Hfe's  best 
friend. 

How  hard  it  is  to  forgive  that  one, 

Who  no  forgiveness  asks — 
Whose  self-love  admits  no  wrong  done, 

While  in  warmth  of  hell  he  basks. 

How  hard  to  love  and  forgive, 

One  who  lies  with  most  every  breath  ; 

How  cruel  that  such  an  one  will  live. 
While  the  noblest  of  God  meets  death. 

But  love,  forgive  and  let  live, 

Carry  not  your  enemy's  sins; 
For  every  curse  your  pity  give, 

'Tis  thus  your  Heaven  begins. 

Love  thou,  though  others  hate — 

Forgive  seventy  times  seven; 
Love  now,  do  not  wait, 

Forgiveness  leads  to  Heaven. 


A  little  while  to  walk  with  you, 
And  then  to  walk  alone — 

A  little  while  His  will  to  do. 
Till  I  come  into  my  own. 

A  little  while  till  break  of  day, 
Till  earthly  shadows  flee — 

A  little  while  in  mortal  clay. 
Then  eternal  life  with  Thee. 


3Iop 

Sorrow  is  not  the  master  of  Joy — 

For  Joy  is  God's  own  gift, 
And  when  her  Avorkman  you  employ, 

Your  shade  of  gloom  will  lift. 

Do  you  feel  that  life  is  not  worth  while? 

O,  there  is  much  for  you  to  do ! 
The  sad  old  world  needs  your  cheery  smile — 

Smile  and  a  smile  will  come  back  to  you. 

Love  is  ever  reflected  in  love, 
You  are  forgiven  as  you  forgive — 

Joy  awaits  you  here  and  not  above, 
O,  find  her  and  joyously  live. 

Give  the  world  of  your  love  and  succor  today, 
And  you  will  find  a  brighter  tomorrow — 

As  dawn  chases  the  shades  of  night  away 
So  Joy  will  vanquish  your  sorrow. 


Ctue  art 


O,  how  vain  and  empty  the  life. 
Of  he  who  seeks  wealth  and  fame ; 

And  O,  the  toil  and  the  strife, 
To  gain  the  high-flown  name ! 

Some  would  seek  an  artist  to  be, 
To  dance,  paint,  or  sing  always ; 

But  no  such  butterfly  life  for  me. 

With  its  tinseled  joys  and  wasted  days. 

But  O,  may  I  live  some  good  to  do. 
So  my  life  will  not  be  in  vain; 

May  I  give  my  life  for  a  cause  that's  true, 
Or  to  help  some  one  out  of  pain. 

Then  each  day  of  my  life  would  be  a  song, 
And  each  day  a  picture  rare — 

The  song  would  be  a  righted  wrong, 
And  the  picture  a  life  more  fair. 

Then  I  would  dance  for  the  pure  joy, 
That  I  had  brought  to  another's  heart; 

And  my  wealth  would  hold  no  alloy, 
And  my  art  would  be  God's  own  art. 


j^  3  EaonDer 

I  wonder  how  the  worlds  are  made, 

Beyond  the  Sapphire  Sea; 
I  wonder  how  the  plan  is  laid, 

Over  there  for  you  and  me ! 

I  wonder  if  we  awake  in  a  better  place, 
Free  from  materiality —  * 

Or  if  more  coffins  we  must  grace, 
Before  we  prove  immortality! 

Perhaps  this  same  old  universe. 

Lives  on  thru  eternity; 
Perhaps  we'll  awake  from  death's  false  curse, 

In  the  same  fleshly  infirmity. 

But  now  I  wonder  when  the  sun  comes  up, 

Beyond  the  Sapphire  Sea, 
When  at  breakfast  your  coffee  you  sup. 

You  recall  when  you  supped  with  me! 

I  wonder  if  you  are  lonely  tonight, 
And  if  you're  longing  for  me — 

And  wandering  alone  in  pale  moonlight. 
You  look  backward  across  the  sea. 

And  I  wonder  how  the  daisies  bloom, 
N^        And  if  birdies  sing  with  glee — 
And  I  wonder  if  in  the  fading  gloom. 
You'll  be  waiting  for  me ! 


I  wonder  when 
Upon  the  Sa 

If  the  moon 
rSnd  blow 


my  ship  sets 
ire  Sea. 
w  a  gale, 
ly  to  thee! 


sail, 


Mlt  of  jFotget 

When  my  silvery  sail  comes  for  me, 

From  out  the  mists  of  the  Crystal  Sea, 
And  thru  the  veil  my  matie  calls, 

To  my  soul  within  its  prison  walls — 
Calls  me  away  from  a  world  of  care, 

To  a  life  of  love  in  a  dreamland  fair — 
I'll  steal  away  in  the  still  night  alone, 

Down  to  the  sea  to  meet  my  own, 
Where  so  silently  we  will  sail  away 

That  ril  ne'er  be  missed  till  break  of  day. 
And  the  sleuth,  so  very  wise  and  clever. 

Can  search  the  world  forever  and  ever, 
But  will  never  find  any  trace  of  me — 

Nor  will  even  find  the  Crystal  Sea, 
O'er  which  my  silver  sail  was  blown. 

Into  a  secret  harbor  all  unknown. 
Of  a  beautiful  isle  in  the  Sea  of  Thought — 

In  a  realm  that  mind  has  divinely  wrought. 
For  the  weary  pilgrims  of  sad  regret — 

Searching  for  the  restful  Isle  of  Forget. 

When  my  silvery  sail  comes  o'er  the  sea, 

And  I  hear  my  matie  calling  me — 
I'll  loose  my  weary  chains  of  regret 

And  sail  with  him  to  the  Isle  of  Forget; 
A  hidden  isle  in  the  Sea  of  Mind, 

Which  no  earthly  mortal  could  ever  find ; 
A  celestial  isle  in  the  Crystal  Sea, 

Where  life  is  measured  by  eternity — 
Where  there  are  hidden  treasures  and  jewels  rare, 

Of  happiness  and  bliss  beyond  compare; 
Where  there  is  never  a  freezing  or  sweltering  day. 

Just  Indian  Summer  and  breezes  of  May; 
Where  the  need  is  granted  before  'tis  known. 

And  the  harvest  is  reaped  before  'tis  sown ; 
Where  hearts  are  united  and  lives  made  whole, 

In  this  wonderful  habitation  of  the  soul ; 
In  the  beautiful  isle  in  the  Sea  of  Thought — 

In  the  realm  that  mind  has  divinely  wrought 
For  the  weary  pilgrims  of  sad  regret- 
Searching  for  the  restful  Isle  of  Forget. 


SttDian  (©itoet 

Call — call — thou  Indian  Giver, 
Call  back  what  Time  has  sown ! 

O  Time,  open  thy  arms. 

And  receive  again  thine  own! 

Call  back  what  thou  gavest. 
The  bodies  we  love  so  dear — 

Take  our  best  and  bravest, 
Along  with  our  falling  tear. 

Call  back  into  void  and  naught, 
This  fading  mortal  dream — 

Reclaim  the  vessel  you  wrought, 
From  the  stuff  of  a  pale  moonbeam. 

But  time  is  no  part  of  eternity, 

And  matter  no  part  of  life. 
O  Grave,  how  fleeting  thy  sovereignty ! 

O  Death,  how  vain  thy  strife! 

So  reclaim  the  body,  O  Time — 

And  give  it  to  the  sod — 
But  thou  canst  claim  naught  of  mine, 

For  mine  is  safe  with  God ! 

Take  back  thy  gift,  Indian  Giver — 
But  you  can't  claim  this  thread 

Of  hope  that  flows  as  an  eternal  river 
Into  a  sea  where  there  are  no  dead. 

A  sea  filled  with  the  water  of  life. 
Encircling  eternity  and  space — 

A  crystal  sphere  of  Infinite  Mind, 
Knowing  no  time  nor  place. 

Where  there  is  no  death,  nor  any  tears. 
And  no  Indian  Giver  there — 

Where  God  gives,  and  true  life  appears, 
An  unbroken  circlet  fair. 

So  call  back  your  gift,  Indian  Giver — 

Giver  and  gift  are  naught; 
For  life  flows  forever  an  eternal  river, 

Out  into  the  Sea  of  Thought. 


I  Can't  jfotget 

I  pray,  Dear,  that  you  know  no  sorrow, 

In  the  land  where  you  now  are. 
And  as  I  await  the  happy  tomorrow, 

When  I  too  will  sail  afar — 
I  pray  that  your  life  is  ever  blissful 

Touched  not  by  vain  regret. 
And  if  my  gaze  seems  ever  wistful — 

'Tis  because  I  can't  forget. 

I  can't  forget  your  dear,  sweet  love, 

Nor  the  dear,  little  smile  of  you — 
I  can't  forget  the  light  from  above, 

That  glowed  in  your  heart  so  true; 
Nor  the  tenderness  of  your  kind  blue  eyes. 

As  they  looked  down  deep  into  mine — 
And  if  my  sad  heart  always  sighs 

'Tis  because  it's  lonely  for  thine. 

I  can't  forget  that  one  last  day, 

When  you  kissed  me  and  said  "goodbye," 
And  as  you  lingeringly  started  away. 

We  said,  "hurry  old  time,  and  fly !" 
And  threw  little  kisses  far's  we  could  see, 

Till  you  were  lost  in  the  busy  throng — 
But  if  life  now  seems  useless  to  me — 

'Tis  because  time  seems  so  long. 

You  tried  to  be  cheery  all  the  while — 

In  trouble  were  always  so  brave — 
So  now,  like  you,  I'll  try  to  smile. 

For  'twould  avail  me  nothing  to  rave. 
But  I  could  not  and  would  not  forget  the  past — 

'Tis  the  star  that  leads  me  on. 
Thru  the  valley  of  the  shadow  and  to  you  at  last- 

'Tis  my  hope  in  Love's  Eternal  Dawn. 


Cfte  LanD  mt  OJonDer  about 

The  distant  scene  grows  sweetly  near, 

As  all  impatiently  I  await 
The  call  to  come  for  me  here, 

To  pass  thru  the  unseen  gate. 

There  is  no  distance  between  here  and  there — 

'Tis  only  a  step  into  that  land, 
For  instantly  we  stand  on  the  threshold  fair, 

And  the  unknowable  understand. 

'Tis  only  the  sorrow  of  the  dear  ones  we  leave, 

That  causes  our  parting  sigh — 
'Tis  only  the  separation  that  makes  us  grieve, 

For  we  know  we  do  not  die. 

But  O,  the  joy  when  we  meet  our  friends — 

Our  loved  ones  waiting  there! 
In  happiness  complete  our  sorrow  ends, 

Free  from  regret  and  care. 

Each  friend  who  leaves  us  grieving  here 

Is  waiting  to  greet  us  there; 
Each  day  brings  the  scene  more  near, 

Each  day  it  seems  more  fair. 

'Tis  around  us  here  and  not  far  away, 

This  land  we  wonder  about — 
But  the  veil  that  separates  the  mind  from  the  «lay 

Is  the  mystery  that  causes  our  doubt. 


lOot  jFat  apatt 

Too  deep  for  tears — 

Far  too  deep  is  the  wound  in  my  heart, 

Until  Truth  appears 

And  her  still  small  voice  whispers,  "Not  far  apart." 

Unexpressed  by  word. 
The  joy  that  floods  my  being 
When  these  words  are  heard — 
"Not  far  apart,  and  time  is  fleeting." 

Nestled  in  God's  heart — 

Both  close  and  safe  thru  the  waiting  years; 

And  "Not  far  apart," 

Is  oil  of  comfort  healing  my  heart  of  unshed  tears. 


Cfie  an0toet 

My  prayer  goes  out  to  you  tonight, 

Thru  the  all-dividing  space, 
As  in  the  vastness  of  the  pale  starlight 

My  heart  searches  for  your  face; 
And  it  seems  to  me  that  you  come  near. 

And  I  know  not  why  nor  how, 
But  time  and  space  seem  to  disappear 

And  it  seems  you're  with  me  now. 

And  I  know  that  my  prayer  has  found  you, 

For  mind  knows  no  bars — 
And  I  know  that  God  all  things  can  do, 

For  'tis  written  in  the  stars. 
Tonight  He  has  answered  my  silent  prayer, 

By  bringing  your  presence  near — 
As  a  proof  of  His  infinite,  loving  care. 

To  tell  me  you  live,  my  Dear! 


3  ^t0S  gou  ^0 

I  miss  you  so,  my  dearest  friend — 

Only  God  knows  how  much; 
'Tis  a  lonely  path  to  my  journey's  end. 

And  I  wonder  why  it  must  be  such! 

I  miss  your  full,  frank  sympathy, 

I  miss  your  deep,  true  love — 
And  the  dear,  sweet  hours  I  spent  with  thee, 

I  hope  we'll  continue  above. 

I  miss  you  at  the  sun's  red  dawn, 

And  the  hours  seem  so  slow — 
And  slower  still  as  the  night  comes  on, 

And  I  stand  alone  in  evening  glow. 

And  watch  the  first  faint  stars  come  out, 
While  the  night  birds  softly  call — 

And  in  my  heart  there  is  no  doubt 
That  God  made  and  cares  for  all. 

No  doubt  that  in  some  future  days 
Again  some  place  your  love  I'll  know; 

But  now  my  heart  sighs  always — 
"My  friend,  my  friend — I  miss  you  so!" 


90P  Ptaper 

The  moon,  a  silvery  cycle  gleaming  mid  the  drifting 
clouds, 

Casts  its  beams  thru  my  tiny  window  bars — 
Bars  that  shadow  my  heart  and  my  memory  enshrouds 

With  visions  of  you  and  I  *neath  the  stars. 

You  and  I  'neath  the  stars — but  'twas  long,  long  ago, 
For  now  I'm  alone  and  you  are  there — 

There  in  that  land  where  Easter  Lilies  ever  blow, 
And  here  I'm  alone  with  God  and  my  prayer. 

And  this  is  my  prayer — that  thru  the  long  waiting 
years, 

You'll  never  know  that  I  miss  you  so — 
God  keep  you  from  loneliness  and  the  vale  of  tears, 

Until  I  stand  by  your  side  in  starlit  glow. 

Until  my  hand  rests  again  in  your  dear  hand, 
As  we  wander  alone  'neath  the  stars — 

Until  our  paths  unite  in  that  Easter  Lily  Land, 
And  Easter  dawn  fades  these  shadow  bars. 


Cfte  Dream  Promise 

You  came  to  me  last  night 

While  in  sleep  I  lay  a-dreaming, 
And  in  the  pale  moonlight 

As  stars  were  brightly  gleaming, 
We  lived  again  as  in  days  of  old — 

And,  O  the  unspeakable  bliss, 
To  once  again  your  dear  hands  hold. 

And  once  again  your  dear  lips  kiss ! 
And  when  I  gazed  into  your  eyes  so  blue — 

As  blue  as  the  heavens  above, 
I  knew  that  time  had  not  changed  you. 

Nor  had  stolen  a  bit  of  your  love. 
You  were  just  the  same  dear,  loving  mate. 

That  God  gave  me  long  ago. 
And  while  thru  lonely  years  I  wait — 

Years  that  seem  so  slow — 
Your  coming  last  night  is  a  promise  of  gold. 

Bringing  hope  to  my  weary  heart. 
That  again  we  will  live  as  in  days  of  old, 

But  will  never  have  to  part. 


90g  Ci)ot0  are  00  jFillen  mitb  gou 

Among  the  crowds  along  the  way, 

Unconsciously  watching  for  your  face, 
I  wonder  how  long  until  that  day 

When  again  you'll  take  your  place 
By  my  side  to  dispel  my  sadness 

And  all  my  vain  regret — 
When  in  a  dear,  unspeakable  gladness 

These  dark,  lonely  days  we'll  forget. 

Sometimes  I  seem  to  forget, 

This  separation  that  is  not  true. 
And  it  seems  you're  with  me  yet. 

My  thots  are  so  filled  with  you; 
And  I  find  myself  listening  for  your  cheery  call, 

And  looking  up  to  meet  your  smiling  eyes — 
And  then — oh,  then  I  look  up  to  the  comforter  of  us  all, 

And  with  hope  He  stills  my  lonely  sighs. 


C6e  Ko0e  Dream 

In  the  soft  gloaming  of  a  dead  summer  day, 

In  an  old  garden  I  chanced  to  stray — 

Mid  dying  roses  of  fragrance  deep, 

I  laid  me  down  with  them  to  sleep ; 

While  from  fairy  fingers  night-shades  were  falling, 

And  far  thru  the  dusk  a  voice  faintly  calling — 

Faint  and  farther,  till  in  dreams  I  drift  away. 

And  fairies  steal  me  from  my  shell  of  clay. 

And  wrap  me  snugly  in  a  pale  velvet  rose, 

And  in  its  warm  heart  fasten  me  close; 

While  the  nightingales  winging  thru  the  trees. 

And  the  fairies  sweet  singing  awakened  the  breeze, 

That  wafted  my  little  nest  high  and  far, 

And  dropped  it  gently  on  a  bright  little  star ; 

But  all  thru  the  journey,  I  sweetly  dreamed — 

All  night  long  till  the  morning  beamed, 

And  kissed  away  the  sad  tears  of  dew. 

And  joyfully  I  awoke  in  the  arms  of  you. 


C6e  Call  of  tfte  canknotDn 

The  moon  never  reems 

Without  bringing  me  dreams, 

Of  a  wonderful  garden  so  fair; 

And  in  pale  moonbeams, 

Come  wonderful  gleams, 

From  out  of  the  beyond  somewhere. 

From  a  world  ever  new, 

And  beautiful,  too, 

Everchanging  in  the  silvery  sheen — 

Where  skies  are  ever  blue, 

And  love  is  ever  true. 

In  this  world  no  mortal  has  seen. 

Marble  cities  of  white, 

In  opalescent  light. 

Greenest  hills  and  vales  and  soft  little 

winds ; 
And  in  calm  delight 
Joy  knows  no  night. 
In  this  dreamland  where  all  are  friends. 

And  it  may  be  wrong, 

That  I  ever  long. 

This  unknown  land  to  explore — 

But  in  sorrow  or  song 

As  years  pass  along. 

The  desire  envelopes  me  more  and  more. 

Something  calls  me 

To  come  and  see 

Hidden  treasures  beyond  Life's  crest ; 

And  when  I  am  free 

I  will  sail  with  glee. 

Over  the  seas  into  that  Unknown  West. 


a>ur  Crp0t 

When  some  low  descending  sun 

Fades  the  day  where  I  made  one, 

And  you  stand  alone  in  the  last  flaming  ray, 

Taking  thy  leave  of  my  old  shell  of  clay — 

Weep  not  that  'tis  my  journey's  end. 

For  'tis  only  the  beginning  of  it,  my  friend. 

When  I  have  gone  down  with  the  sun, 

Out  into  the  beyond  where  a  new  day  is  begun, 

In  life's  eternal  dawn,  radiant  and  clear, 

A  dawn  that  holds  for  me  no  fear — 

Then  toll  not  for  me  the  death  knell  sadly. 

But  ring  loud  and  free  the  Easter  bells  gladly. 

And  when  standing  alone  in  the  afterglow, 
Wondering  on  the  way  that  I  must  go — 
Watch  thou  for  the  first  stars  of  the  night, 
And  so  let  thy  faith  shine — a  glowing  light — 
Not  by  falling  tears,  but  by  a  happy  smile — 
As  a  tryst  that  we'll  meet  again — after  while. 


(illfmbtng  Wok^vh  %  Sunlit  (^aui 


2Dne  Onit  in  tU  Plan 

Not  as  a  dead  flower, 

That  drifts  with  the  stream, 
Possessing  no  power 

Just  a  thing  in  a  dream — 
But  as  the  warm  sun 

That  melts  the  morning  dew. 
Rolls  back  the  dark  clouds, 

And  lets  his  light  shine  thru. 

Not  as  the  fatalist, 

Thinking  man  is  born  to  die, 
Today  he  exists. 

Gone  tomorrow,  nor  knows  why- 
But  as  The  Super  Man, 

Who  knew  sin  could  only  seem. 
Lived  life's  perfect  plan 

And  proved  death  to  be  a  dream. 

Thus  my  life's  span 

Will  be  ever  'gainst  the  stream — 
One  unit  in  the  plan 

To  waken  man  from  the  dream. 


Hushed  and  stilled  my  raging  senses. 
Calm  and  peaceful  is  my  soul; 
Peering  thru  God's  spiritual  lenses, 
I  see  the  worlds  in  eternity  roll. 

No  sun  there  to  rule  the  day. 
Nor  any  moon  to  rule  the  night; 
Mind  holds  all  in  its  infinite  ray — 
True  knowledge  of  God  is  the  light. 

No  longer  clinging  to  mortal  clay, 
Man  has  found  his  true  birthright; 
No  longer  subject  to  death  and  decay. 
He  now  sees  with  spiritual  sight. 

I  see  the  universe  in  a  glorious  dawn — 
God  is  the  heart  and  the  soul; 
The  curtain  of  night  from  life  is  drawn. 
And  Heaven  envelopes  the  whole. 


As  at  noon 
Sun  rays  come  direct, 

So  will  we 
Eventually    God's   ways    reflect. 

This  life,  but  shadow 
Of  things  that  are  to  be; 

High  noon,  shadow  flees, 
Appears  God's  great  eternity. 


©teat  m  I  am  ©oon 

Only  great  as  I  am  good — 
Trying  to  stand  where  the  Master  stood. 
Trying  to  learn  with  faith  to  pray. 
Trying  to  follow  in  the  narrow  way. 

Only  gaining  that  which  I  earn — 
Trusting  each  day  some  good  to  learn, 
Trust  that  God  will  make  me  brave, 
Trusting  that  God  his  child  will  save. 

Only  striving  from  day  to  day — 
Knowing  that  I  will  find  the  way. 
Knowing  His  precepts  must  be  understood, 
Knowing  I  am  great,  as  I  am  good. 


l^oto  ILons  l^alt  ^ti 

How  long  halt  ye  between  two  opinions, 
As  a  pendulum  swinging  to  and  fro? 

How  long  lingering  between  two  dominions. 
Knowing  not  which  way  to  go? 

Come  now,  let  us  reason  together — 

A  house  divided  is  sure  to  fall; 
Error  and  Truth  can  mingle  never — 

Either  God  is  nothing  or  He  is  all. 

"Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me," 

Is  the  command  we  must  obey; 
And  giving  God  all  the  power  and  glory. 

The  path  brightens  into  a  perfect  day. 

Then  The  Truth  ye  know,  and  The  Way  ye  know- 

DwelHng  in  The  One  Kingdom; 
No  longer  wondering  which  way  to  go — 

Pressing  up  and  onward  in  thy  new  freedom. 


patience 

O  Patience,  how  long  I  have  pursued  thee — 
Thru  what  weary  years  I  have  wooed  thee, 

All  in  vain ; 
Thy  graces  have  ever  charmed  me — 
O,  flee  no  longer  from  me, 

In  cold  disdain! 

But  come  with  me  along  my  rugged  way — 
O,  come  lead  me  into  that  peaceful  day, 

Of  brotherly  love; 
Purge  me  of  revenge  and  thots  so  gray — 
Grant  me  a  forgiving  heart  and  lead  me  from  the  fray. 

Gentle  as  the  dove! 

O,  come  in  thy  long-suffering  kindness — 
And  abide  with  me  as  I  tread  the  winepress 

In  lonely  solitude 
With  bleeding  footsteps  and  seeming  blindness. 
O,  compose  me  in  faith  and  hold  me  guileless 

In  calm  fortitude! 

O  Patience,  come  nestle  close  in  my  heart 
And  never  again  from  me  depart. 

But  ever  be  mine; 
O,  skill  me  in  thy  immortal  art, 
That  I  may  be  worthy  of  the  part 

To  be  called  thine! 


Wibtn  Ctjou  ptapetli 

Be  still  and  know  that  I  am  God, 
There  is  none  xlse  besides  me ; 

Lean  on  my  staff  and  rod. 
And  I  will  truly  guide  thee. 

Enter  into  thy  secret  tower, 
Cast  out  all  doubt  and  fear; 

Know  that  I  am  the  only  power — 
I  am  near  and  will  hear. 

Then  doubt  not,  but  firmly  believe, 
And  as  the  strength  of  thy  faith 

Thy  heart's  desire  wilt  thou  receive 
When  thou  prayeth. 


Knotp  Cftp0elf 

Canst  thou  by  searching  find  out  God? 

Is  He  above  or  in  the  sod? 
Would'st  thou  know  the  cause  of  all 

And  why  the  worlds  do  not  fall? 
Then,  know  thyself,  O  son  of  God, 

If  thou  would'st  life's  secret  solve; 
Know  thyself  as  God  made  Thee — 

Then  thou  canst  all  things  do  and  be. 

Would'st  thou  the  secret  of  the  universe  know— 

From  whence  we  come  and  where  we  go? 
Art  thou  weary  of  the  baubles  of  life — 

Of  vain  glory  and  useless  strife? 
Then  follow  me  and  thou  wilt  learn  all  things — 

Even  the  source  from  which  life  springs; 
Know  thyself,  O  immortal  man, 

And  thou  wilt  know  God's  perfect  plan. 

Has't  thou  a  dear  friend  now  dead? 

Has  life's  joy  so  quickly  fled? 
Art  thou  weary  of  wondering  why, 

Man  seems  born  but  to  die? 
If  thou  art  restless  and  longing  to  go, 

Where  living  waters  ever  flow — 
If  thou  art  tired  of  being  blind, 

Then — seek  and  ye  shall  find! 

Seek  and  find  the  house  on  the  rock, 

Which  waves  of  sin  and  death  cannot  shock; 
Knock  and  the  door  will  open  to  you, 

And  greater  works  than  I  do,  shall  you  do! 
I  am  The  Way,  The  Truth,  The  Life, 

That  leads  out  of  the  valley  of  strife; 
Then  come  unto  me  and  I  will  give  you  rest — 

Come  thou,  and  be  spiritually  blest! 

Art  thou  seeking  Ihe  Comforter  Divine, 

To  heal  that  aching  heart  of  thine? 
Then  lift  not  thy  hands  to  the  far-flung  stars— 

They  cannot  remove  thy  prison  bars; 
But  enter  into  that  secret  place. 

And  ask  God  to  give  thee  grace — 
Ask  Divine  Mind,  all-knowing,  all-seeing, 

Wherein  we  live  and  have  our  being. 


Know  thyself,  O  son  of  God, 

Spiritual,  perfect  and  never  of  the  sod — 
And  knowing  this  thou  wilt  truly  be 

Free  from  the  laws  of  materiality. 
Free  from  sin,  sickness  and  death. 

Knowing  life  depends  not  on  breath — 
For  by  thy  faith  thou  art  made  whole, 

Knowing  God  is  thy  life  and  soul. 


9@an  anD  ^10  ©oal 

Man  is  the  image  and  likeness  of  God — 

Spiritual,  perfect  and  whole; 
He  needs  no  shell  made  of  sod. 

In  which  to  hide  his  soul — 
But  needs  to  awaken  from  his  earthly  dream, 

A  dream  of  mortal  formation; 
To  know  sin  and  death  can  only  seem — 

Are  never  of  God's  creation. 
To  know  no  man  in  flesh  henceforth, 

But  spiritual  as  his  maker; 
To  value  God's  man  at  his  true  worth. 

Not  the  worth  of  mortal  faker. 
For  the  spirit  of  God  is  in  us  all — 

In  Him  we  have  our  being; 
From  immortal  life  we  cannot  fall, 

While  God  is  all-knowing,  all-seeing. 
He  who  loves  not,  knows  not  God, 

For  God  is  Infinite  Love; 
And  Heaven's  not  gained  when  flesh  enters  sod- 

'Tis  not  in  skies  above, 
But  the  kingdom  of  God  is  ever  within. 

Right  in  the  mind  of  you — 
And  flesh  and  bones  can't  enter  therein. 

If  the  Master's  words  are  true. 
Each  must  work  out  his  own  salvation. 

By  doing  as  Jesus  said: 
By  knowing  all  is  of  spiritual  creation, 

Raising  the  sick  and  the  dead. 
Faith  is  the  key  to  the  immortal  goal, 

Not  faith  that  no  works  has  shown, 
But  fruitful  faith  that  makes  man  whole — 

Faith  that  rolls  away  the  stone. 


I  was  groping  alone  in  the  blackness  of  night, 

And  there  were  no  stars  there; 
I  was  seeking  and  longing  for  the  light, 

For  my  heart  was  heavy  with  care. 
To  live  was  misery  and  I  longed  for  death, 

And  God  seemed  a  broken  reed — 
Yet  I  prayed  to  Him  with  every  breath. 

Not  to  forsake  me   in  my  need. 
Then  looking  up,  I  saw  gleaming  bright  and  clear, 

One  lone  star  in  that  midnight  vault; 
I  grew  calm  and  felt  a  holy  presence  near. 

And  my  hands  groping  upward  sought 
And  touched  the  hem  of  Christ's  pure  white  robe — 

And  in  that  moment  I  was  healed. 
And  carried  into  the  mountain  of  God's  secret  abode 

Where  eternal  life  to  me  was  revealed. 
In  that  moment  I  saw  all  creation  as  spiritual. 

And  there  was  no  sorrow  there — 
No  death — no  grave — no  taint  of  the  material — 

Love  reigned  supreme  everywhere. 
I  kneeled  and  thanked  God  in  humble  gratitude 

For  showing  me  this  mighty  Truth; 
I  saw  my  nothingness  and  my  magnitude 

In  this  inspired  moment  of  eternal  proof. 


jeot  in  tfte  jFIe0!),  6ut  in  tfte  Spirit 

They  that  are  after  the  flesh  do  mind  the  things  of  the 
flesh, 
And  they  that  are  after  the  Spirit,  the  things  of  the 
Spirit ; 
But  God  did  not  His  child  with  sin  and  death  enmesh — 
But  created  him  to  know  no  evil  nor  fear  it. 

After  His  own  likeness  God  created  His  child, 
And  gave  him  dominion  over  all  the  earth; 

And  Earth  was  Heaven,  pure  and  undefiled — 
And  all  creation  was  of  spiritual  birth. 

So  now,  you  are  not  in  the  flesh,  but  in  the  Spirit, 
If  so  be  the  spirit  of  God  dwell  in  you — 

God's  kingdom  is  here  and  you  are  near  it, 
When  knowing  that  God  all  things  can  do. 


God — the  biggest  little  word  in  existence, 

And  the  least  understood; 
'Tis  only  learned  by  never-tiring  persistence, 

In  the  direction  of  omnipotent  good. 

God — Father — Mother,  Creator  of  all, 

Divine  Love  and  Infinite  Mind; 
The  voice  that  answers  before  we  call. 

The  power  that  gives  sight  to  the  blind. 

God — The  Divine  principle  of  all  life — 

The  principle  that  Jesus  taught, 
When  he  proved  sickness,  death  and  strife 

The  result  of  ignorant  thought. 

God — Eternal,  Infinite,  Divine  All  Power, 

Dwelling  not  in  regions  above — 
Tho   controlling  fartherest   star   and   smallest   flower, 

His  kingdom  is  in  the  child  of  His  love. 

God — All — in  all  and  over  all  being — 

The  substance  of  all  good; 
And  earth's  shadows  of  sin  and  death  are  fleeing. 

When  Good  is  understood. 


Mother,  dear  little  mother  of  mine. 
Earthly  symbol  of  love  divine — 
As  the  sunshine  chases  the  darkness  away, 
Your  happy  smiles  chase  my  thoughts  so  gray; 
And  standing  alone  in  the  evening  glow, 
I  hear  your  voice  so  soft  and  low — 
Calling  me  back  to  the  arms  of  you. 
Calling  me  back  to  your  love  so  true. 

God  gave  me  your  sweet  smile. 

To  bless  and  cheer  me  all  the  while. 

And  your  dear  love  will  ever  be, 

A  glowing  light  to  e'er  guide  me; 

While  your  faith  in  me  is  my  rod, 

To  fare  me  through  the  valley  and  up  to  God: 

Sweet  earthly  symbol  of  love  divine — 

Mother,  dear    little  mother  of  mine! 


alone  mat  ©otr 

Alone — alone  in  a  world  of  seeming  error — 
But  the  word  now  holds  for  me  no  terror. 

My  own — my  own,  a  most  wonderful  magic, 
That  turns  into  peace  that  which  seemed  so  tragic. 

From  a  doubtful  heart  all  doubt  has  flown, 

And  from  a  poor  little  dwarf  to  a  giant  I've  grown.  , 

In  my  cabin  Fm  alone  in  a  wilderness  with  God, 
And  eternal  life  Fm  shown  by  His  magic  rod. 

Alone — blissfully  alone  when  yielding  this  power. 
That  turns  the  blighted  bud  into  the  full  bloom  flower. 

Alone — God  alone  turns  death  into  life, 

And  alone  with  God  is  neither  death  nor  strife. 


(Bnmt  Dap 

*Tis  the  dawn  of  an  Easter  Day, 

And  the  banked  clouds  of  sombre  gray 

Break  into  a  world  of  changing  hues — 

Flaming  crimson,  gold,  black  and  brightest  blues. 

Now  the  rosy  sun  peeps  over  the  hill, 

Down  into  the  valley,  lying  peaceful  and  still, 

And  the  song  birds  burst  into  a  blithesome  lay — 

Seeming  to  rejoice  that  it  is  Easter  Day. 

And  the  lilies  kissed  by  the  morning  dew, 
Smile  up  at  the  sun  as  if  they  knew 
That  a  sweet,  holy  comfort  was  truly  near — 
A  promise  fulfilled  to  bless  and  cheer 
The  sad,  lonely  hearts  trying  to  be  brave — 
Trying  to  look  beyond  the  newly  made  grave — 
Hearts  thankful  for  God's  help  along  the  way 
And  for  the  dear  hope  that  comes  with  Easter  Day. 

A  hope  that  cheers  the  sad  heart  on 

And  leads  into  an  eternal  dawn. 

Where  life  is  not  measured  by  sorrowing  years — 

Where  there  is  no  death  nor  any  tears. 

Today,  for  this  comfort,  Father,  we  thank  Thee, 

For  indeed  from  death  we  are  now  free — 

And  knowing  God's  child  does  live  alway, 

Each  day  is  now  an  Easter  Day. 


Cfte  Q^illennial  Daton 

Why  lingerest  thou  here,  O  Child  of  Earth — 
Restless,  unhappy  and  blind  since  birth? 
What  art  thou  waiting  for,  O  son  of  man — 
Would'st  thou  see  the  dawn  of  God's  perfect  plan? 

Has't  thou  hope  and  faith  in  a  better  land? 
Would'st  thou  the  millenial  dawn  understand? 
Then  listen  thou  to  the  still  small  voice — 
Know  thyself  the  son  of  God  and  rejoice! 

For  now  thpu  art  God's  son — not  shall  be — 

Now  is  the  accepted  time  for  Thee! 

This  is  life  eternal — that  thou  do  His  will — 

Heal  the  sick,  raise  the  dead,  and  Earth's  voices  still. 

Thus  thou  art  born  in  the  spiritual  birth, 
Thus  appears  the  new  heaven  and  earth — 
Thus  all  former  things  are  passed  away, 
And  thou  art  made  perfect  in  God's  perfect  day. 

When  thou  knowest  thyself  as  God  made  Thee, 
Then  from  Earth's  laws  thou  wilt  be  free; 
Then  death  is  swallowed  up  in  victory, 
And  time  is  lost  from  memory. 

Even  as  the  morning  dispels  the  night. 
So  knowledge  of  God  brings  thy  true  self  to  light : 
Thus  the  millenium  is  the  dawn  of  truth  in  thy  heart, 
At  whose  coming  the  child  of  earth  will  depart. 


*Tis  the  end  of  a  last  dead  day, 

And  strolling  alone  in  the  gloaming, 
I  slowly  descend  into  shadows  gray, 

Tired   from    earthly   roaming; 
Down  by  the  sea  in  the  misty  gloom. 

Where  breakers  are  wildly  foaming, 
As  'gainst  black  crags  they  break  and  boom. 

Mid  sea  winds  ever  moaning. 

I  draw  my  tatters  closely  about, 

The  storm  is  more  than  seeming — 
Yet  I  wonder  that  my  heart  could  doubt, 

For  I   know  'tis  mortal  dreaming. 
But  hold  my  hands,  dear  God,  in  thine. 

Till  the  stars  are  brightly  beaming — 
Till  the  storm  is  stilled  and  in  light  divine, 

I  see  a  white  sail  gleaming. 

Hold  Thou  my  hands,  dear  God,  in  thine. 

Keep  Thou  my  faith  from  failing — 
Let  Thy  bright  light  o'er  the  waters  shine, 

While  across  the  sea  I'm  sailing; 
Hold  me  close  in  Thy  love  divine. 

While  my  last  "goodbye"  I'm  wailing; 
Hold  Thou  my  hands,  dear  God,  in  thine. 

Till  the  other  shore  I'm  hailing. 


O,  the  glory  of  a  life  lived  in  Divine  Service; 

A  life  overflowing  with  love  for  mankind. 
While  finding  and  cleansing  every  mental  crevice, 

Of  the  cobwebs  of  sense  that  bind. 
O,  the  beauty  of  a  life  that  leaves  all  for  Truth : 

Following  in  the  footsteps  of  the  Lord — 
Bringing  mankind  to  the  Fountain  of  Youth, 

Explaining  and  proving  the  inspired  word. 


The  chiefest  and  yet  the  servant  of  all, 

With  reward  in  consciousness  of  duty  done; 
Holding  up  the  weak  so  they  do  not  fall — 

Blest  with  joy  in  seeing  the  battle  won. 
Stilling  sin's  waves  by  Love's  silent  commanding — 

Living  in  the  Divine  Service  each  day; 
Rewarded  with  peace  that  passeth  all  understanding, 

Which  the  world  cannot  give  nor  take  away. 


Co  Dap 

Live  not  in  the  past 
With  its  cares,  failures  and  sorrows — 

Today  may  be  the  last, 
Live  not  in  the  uncertain  tomorrows; 

Forget  the  past  dark  days, 
Fear  not  what  the  future  may  bring — 

God  guards  His  little  one  always. 
Be  thankful,  look  up  and  sing. 

Live  just  for  today. 
For  sufficient  is  the  evil  thereof — 

And  if  the  world  is  gray. 
Brighten  it  with  a  smile  of  love; 

Be  thankful  for  skies  of  blue. 
For  birds  and  flowers  and  bright  sunshine — 

Today  start  thy  life  anew. 
For  all  the  beauties  of  life  are  thine. 

Forget,  forgive,  and  truly  live — 
Worry  not  over  passing  baubles  of  this  life; 

Today  more  of  your  love  give — 
Today  help  some  one  out  of  strife: 

Thus  comes  your  peace  and  joy — 
When  love  to  the  weary  world  you  are  giving; 

Above  petty  things  that  annoy. 
Today  becomes  great  with  true  living. 


Cill  mt  Qieet  again 

We  have  traveled  far  together,  my  friend, 

And  tho  yet  far  from  our  goal. 
We  have  learned  entirely  on  God  to  depend, 

As  we  journey  on  from  Sense  to  Soul. 

And  now  I  must  leave  you,  comrade  mine. 

For  there  are  others  I  must  help  along  the  way, 

Whose  steps  are  not  as  sure  as  thine. 
Knowing  not  how  to  rightly  pray. 

IJut  weary  not — for  your  reward  is  great, 
And  Joy  will  now  journey  with  you; 

O,  learn  with  patience  to-  labor  and  wait — 
In  God  all  things  you  can  do. 

Our  paths  will  unite  at  our  common  goal, 

We  know  not  just  how  nor  when —  '' 

But  God  guides  us  both  from  Sense  to  Soul, 
So  now  good-bye — 'till  we  meet  again! 


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